I honestly think I get some sort of reverse seasonal affective disorder; it’s not just being contrary or disliking the heat – I am generally so much more miserable in the summer. I just popped on the Chvrches and was immediately reminded of when I got it (and listened to it repeatedly) last autumn/winter and my mood shot up. Just the thought of chilly air, pale blue skies and the pavement covered in dead leaves makes me feel really happy.
The arrival of the first proper autumnal weather always feels genuinely like a return to ‘normality’ – as if the summer has been a diversion into something I have to endure, and finally things are back to where they should be. I can’t work out exactly why this is – I’ve lived through the same seasons as everybody else, so it’s not as my first twenty years were permanent winter – but I feel it this strongly every year. There are also a disproportionately high number of records in my favourite albums list that I got into in the colder months, and every one brings back fond memories of those times.
Funny brain I have.
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